- Neighborhood trees are in cages; I throw meat at them, but they don’t move.
I am working on a week long photography and poetry challenge inspired by a prompt from Poets & Writers called Excavating the Mind.
Today’s Enrichment and Time Engulfer
This morning, I was excited to see that one of my library digital holds came in, so today I get to explore Ordinary Genius: A Guide for the Poet Within by Kim Addonizio.
Here she is talking about the book:
Her first prompt in the book is “american sentences,” Allen Ginsberg’s take on the haiku, a sentence of seventeen syllables. He introduced them in his book Cosmopolitan Greetings. If you would like more information, Paul E. Nelson provides a PDF called American Sentences Workshop. I thought it was fun that he talked about juxtaposition creating tension.
Chapter 17 is “three observations.” I skipped to that chapter to see how Ms. Addonizio approaches her observations and translates them into poetry. She says that when she’s trying to use up some time when waiting, she tells herself to look for three things that are “striking or unusual” and make a note of them. I like the idea of combining these two exercises. I will attempt to find three striking and unusual things to observe and create american sentences to describe my observations.
Day 5 notes and observations
Poets are people who notice what they notice – Allen Ginsberg
With that in mind, Levi and I set out to notice three striking or unusual things. We stumbled upon the first unusual things right away. Levi pointed out a flower that had fallen, but I focused on a small piece of crumpled foil in a place it had no business. The mystery foil led me to some worrying thoughts and my first american sentences.
- This foil whispers secrets of teens doing drugs in the night, left behind
- A small bit of crumpled foil on the walk so out of place like drugged teens
For the next unusual thing, we looked slightly beyond our usual trek around the house and ventured past the end of the driveway. We found this oddly broken and separated rock.
- This rock, solid and strong through aeons, not cracked, nor broken, but apart.
- A canyon created, mysterious geological event.
- Moss and detritus of trees collect on and in your new surfaces.
Our final striking thing was a shocking pink giant rhododendron mingling with the trees.
- Her shocking cotton candy petals betray her; she wants to fit in.
- The relationship falters when she blooms; her strength and beauty overwhelm.
- In a world of gigantic rhododendrons, this flower became tree.
There you have it, the last day of the second round of pictures and observations. I’m glad I repeated the exercise for a second week, so many different and unique observations. Tomorrow the drafts and on Sunday a new poem.